Ahhh, St. Patrick's Day... when even if you're Asian, you're Irish. I will be celebrating my claim of roughly 1/16 ancestry from the Emerald Isle by donning a shirt with a quaint little shamrock on it.
Fred and I were in Target the other day when we overheard a rather funny lecture on something quintessentially Irish by someone who was most assuredly... not Irish. He was wearing an Ireland shirt and telling his three friends all about the Blarney Stone. It went a little something like this (he is in bold type, my response is in italics):
You guys have never heard of the Blarney Stone? It's this rock they have in Ireland that hangs off of the side of a cliff.
I stop walking and lean over to Fred and tell him in my best "I'm whispering, but I really want to be overheard voice":
No, no it's not. It's in a castle that is strangely enough, called Blarney Castle.
Yeah, and you're supposed to kiss it and the way you do that is by getting someone to hold your legs and lower you down.
Dear Lord, even if that were true, would you really trust someone to do that in a country where they have perfected the art of drinking?
When you kiss the Blarney Stone, it gives you good luck!
No no, that's when you capture the leprechaun and steal his Lucky Charms. The Blarney Stone give you the gift of eloquence.
I think one of two things happened; either this guy went to Ireland and some locals played a joke on him, or he's just really, really... not very smart.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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